The two souls wear the same person + side story

I wanted to study it again, but the kid next door asked me to watch the video, so I put down the note.

It's useless for me to think. When I don't know, even if the two of them fight in my body, they won't kick my ass. If I can't see it, it doesn't exist. I pin the note under the pillow and go out happily .

The author has something to say:

No.1 said this is an unimportant older primary school student, probably a cp fan.

The three perspectives are written in turn.

This article is not too long, I hope you like it.

I have to get grades recently, and the emotional ups and downs are like a roller coaster, so I will update when I am in a good mood.

The brain hole is a product of insomnia, so it can't withstand detailed scrutiny, just watch it lively.

Updated at 06:30 pm.

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Chapter 2 Shang Yi Has a Story 01

Shang Yi realized 34 days ago that she would exchange souls with people every other day.

The word exchange is not accurate, because another soul does not enter her body to do evil.

For example, on Monday, her soul floated out, woke up, and spent the day in a strange place. On Tuesday, she returned to her body and found that she had just slept deeply for a day.

So she defines it as half-soul wear, referred to as soul wear, just like the deputy director, generally referred to as the director.

The subject of the soul wear is a 15-year-old elementary school girl, a left-behind child, her parents died, and her uncle raised her. She currently lives alone and goes to the barber shop to learn how to wash her hair on Saturdays and Sundays.

Shang Yi used various methods to investigate, ruled out the possibility of conspiracy theory, and believed that it was just his own bad luck, and he had to go to the countryside every other day to experience life.

She does as the Romans do, recalling her childhood.

Opening the unsightly homework, it was not right for the original owner to share the same cage with chickens and rabbits, but secondly, she started to do radio gymnastics early in the morning, and she had to bear with jumping rubber bands with a group of little girls.

It's just that every time she goes to the barber shop to wash someone's hair, she can't stretch out her slender hands in front of several greasy heads and glistening faces, she just wants to scrub the head off her shoulders.

She also endured these.

Until the midterm exam, after she wrote the test number 250 on the math paper, she felt dizzy for a while.

The world was spinning, like being pushed into the toilet and flushed into the sewer.

After a while of darkness, she was rushed back to her body.

Opening his eyes, the ugly boy cat was smoking a cigarette on the balcony, when he heard the noise, he hurried over: "Sister."

She still couldn't recover, swung her hands in a circle like Tai Chi, and brought herself back to reality.He tapped his head and looked around: "It is known that there are chicken rabbits in the same cage, with 24 legs, and there are more rabbits than chickens—"

"what?"

"Oh." Shang Yi finally returned to his hometown, got off the bed, touched the phone to check the time, "This time it's only half a day."

"Ten hours."

"Oh yes." Shang Yi thought quickly, "I want to go to Pingdu to see what's going on."

"Maybe I don't need to wear it in the future." The ugly boy was ugly, but he thought beautifully. As soon as the words came out, his eyes stared back, and he followed behind with mumbled complaints.

There was an old girl standing outside the door, leaning on a baseball bat, seeing Shang Yi like a living ghost, with rounded eyes, watching the ugly boy and Shang Yi go out.

"Book the earliest flight ticket to Pingdu." The ugly boy urged.

"What kind of ravine is that?"

It is impossible to fly directly to Shangougou from Hong Kong. After a whole day, it was already past eleven o'clock at night in Pingdu.

Shang Yi couldn't bear the noise of the two people around him, so he went outside the hotel and answered the phone.

The ugly boy and the old girl argued fiercely, blushing and betting thickly on whether Shang Yi's soul would pass on the little girl this time.

The ugly boy is not ugly, he is an assistant, and the old girl is not old, she is a bodyguard. The two sat opposite each other in the lobby of the hotel, fisting each other.

Shang Yi glanced at the two people inside through the glass, and continued to say to the other end of the phone: "Yes, it doesn't matter if you can't get it out, just leave it for now, don't worry."

This phone call lasted for half an hour, Shang Yi pushed the door open, and the ugly boy came to meet him.

I don't know if the ugly boy made her ugly, or some evil spirit, she suddenly made a wrong step, staggered with her left foot and stumbled with her right foot, her head was dizzy, and she was supported for a while.

"Call the doctor?" the ugly boy suggested.

Shang Yi raised his hand for support: "Don't, don't use it, it's inevitable that you will hit evil."

"A monk?" The old girl spoke.

"Taoist priests are better." The ugly boy retorted.

The two argued like parrots arguing, they just quarreled but didn't move their hands, and when they did, chicken feathers flew out.

The bet between the ugly boy and the old girl is a case of wine given to Shang Yi by a foreigner, with each half staring at the other half.

The ugly boy naively thinks that Shang Yi will no longer work and take a day off, but the old girl is the opposite.

On the third day, the old girl happily called to ask someone to move the ugly boy's wine back to her home.

Shang Yi fell asleep again, thinking that her soul was still suffering in the village, the ugly boy felt that it was a sin for the old girl to be so happy that she wanted to set off firecrackers.

The village was full of dust, Shang Yi lifted the curtains and looked at the slow-moving cows and sheep outside the courtyard, defecating while walking, held back the anger that was about to come out, opened and folded the quilt, and shook out a note.

The words are ugly, and it's from Zhang Xu, a little girl.

What’s wrong with you.

Shang Yi thought that there was no problem.

Nothing.

Carrying her schoolbag on her back, she walked two streets from the village to the elementary school in the town, spread out her notebook to check the homework of the previous day, and then helped the little girl with her homework, taking care of everything like her mother.